bright light city

Damnit. I just got my driving license revoked for hitting that blind kid with the rich parents for the third time. He's fine, he's always fine, but that kid needs to wear a bell or get one of those seeing-eye dogs or something. His parents are moronic for not keeping a closer eye on him.

No license, never getting back to the island, and stuck in Vegas with a bunch of ingrates. Guess I'll have another drink.

Finally! I can be useful. I had a vision a few minutes ago. A girl with short blond hair, tied up. She looked pretty beat up, but she was alive. I saw Darla and Angelus there too. It looked like a warehouse or storage unit and I could hear cars so I think it was near a highway or intersection or something.

[ooc: Clues to Chloe's whereabouts for the JLAers]

Great. Mysterious kidnapping by a strange and powerful corporation, huh? Isn't that a fun way to start the week. I was supposed to be with a client, you know. Full protection. Maybe the Senior Partners are losing their touch.

Las Vegas, though, really? And while I appreciate the potential for unlimited shoes and scotch, it's hardly the height of class. Stay in the city? I'd rather burn. Well. Continue to burn.